Celtic Love
Let me bring your sounds of love
Let the woods by my minister,
the wind by my instruments
Let me play the flute for you, the flute
of ultimation
Let it tell you I love you
My notes will rise, and they will fall
while my heart keeps rhythm with a
Celtic drum
Let choirs of gods sing tribute to
my love for you
Let them, a heavenly orchestra of voices
bless as in joy, cover us in silken oracles
Let me bring you the fields
poppies, red-hued roses
summer rain
growth from the side-trails of lover’s lane.
Let me open my arms to you
as we fall awake together
and sleep with our lips touching
mouthing, “Life’s a love song.”
You met me at that line before dawn,
before the sun’s rising
at the heels of our love.
The stars can’t reach us
above us, there are no others.
Let us close our eyes my love, trust in
me, my love.
Outside, the light won’t get too much
brighter.
Let us spread our wings, soar above
all else
Nothing is worthy of our love
Beauty gets corrupted.
Floutist of the
Undead
Playing a chainsaw theme song
On a fibula piccolo
A melancholy tune
it rises to eerie pitches
falls to cumbersome lows
The demonic musician's eyes
are but hollow pits
on a skeletal face
behind him
an necro-army
waiting for its chance
Touch me feel me
hear me speak
you can be any way you want to be
how ill be
that's up to me
and the mental touch of the
wrong kind of vampire
of the soul
of the mind
forces me to write
my own epitaph
in blood and tears
touch me feel me
hear me speak
you can be anyway you want to be
how ill be
that's up to me
see me fear me
play me hate me
all ill do is love you
in a masterless way
tedious audacity
feel me
nothing
touch me
mind
filthy clothes, purist heart
revol mouth, cleanest teeth
chess on its side
I am my own
I hold my own
I love only my own
as flowers in a vase
love only their own
touch me feel me
hear me speak
you can be any way you want to be
how ill be
that's up to me